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“The Doctors” takes place shortly after the events of “Doctor Strange” (2016), but before the events of “Avengers: Infinity War” (2018). Doctor Stephen Strange sat at the desk in his chambers reading over an ancient manuscript he had obtained from the Kamar-Taj’s library. While the language in most of the libraries disquisitions were difficult to get through – mostly due to the fact that they wer
Dexter was starting to get impatient as he sat outside the National Bank waiting in the car. His men were supposed to have been out two minutes ago, and every minute – no, second – mattered when attempting to pull off a heist of this magnitude. Especially in this city. Dexter wasn’t all that worried, though. He had made sure to account for any fuck ups that might occur and, for the moment, they
If I hadn’t seen it with my own eye, I don’t know whether or not I would have been able to believe it. So much power, from a single attack. Not only did he level the entire castle, but he also managed to decimate part of the mountainside as well. All that power from just one person. Incredible. I decide that now is as good a time as any to talk to him. He may have an abnormally large amount of c
Of course, they would attack me when I can’t defend myself. I think. Don’t have the guts to come at me when I’m at full power. No, they launch a surprise attack, killing dozens of my men. And now, with this wound in my stomach, I can’t do anything but wait for them to come and finish me off. Bastards. “We will protect you, Hanzo-Sensei,” one of my men whispers from the door. These four men decide
“I’ll leave you to it then,” she says. I watch her as her body dematerializes into tiny pieces of paper; most are black and red, the color of her cloak, while others turn purple and yellow, the colors of her hair and eyes respectively. The papers are carried by the wind and after a moment she is gone. I imagine she will stick close by, to make sure that nothing goes wrong. She worries about me t
“Are you sure about this?” I ask, choosing not to hide the worry in my voice “Yes. We’re ending this tonight.” He responds. I can hear the full force of his conviction embedded in his deep voice. I wish that it was enough to convince me that this was the right decision. I just can’t seem to shake this uneasiness that’s plaguing me. Something just doesn’t feel right. I try to say something, but t
